making her my queen

Unknown pov It was arranged when I was 12 and he was 14, me and Domenico would be married when I was 21, thus we were kept away from each other. We didn't particularly like each other, so why did they think we would like each other now? He grew up tall, tanned skin, with jet black mohawg hair held sleek back while he wore an all-black suit without a tie and a golden chain which was part of the accessories around him. He is quite handsome, and his body looks like it was sculpted by Aphrodite herself, for women to commit sin for a slender, tall man with lean muscles. As I took the sight of him, I met his gorgeous ocean blue eyes that looked like they could stare circles into my own, they were still cold like when he stared at me when I was 12. I looked away and to his father, who had been addressing my mother. They had grown quite fond of each other over the years, with my father in prison and his mother away allegedly, I would have given anything for them to be f*****g instead of merging our families like this, as they put it. He was staring at me. Why was he staring? It was getting uncomfortable so I shifted a bit from my position and he turned away to face his father as well. 'I believe this is the first time they have been meeting since that time, am I correct?' his father spoke ' Indeed it is, I can feel the love already' my mother sarcastically put. I ignored the urge to roll my eyes to keep up the appearances I had kept since I was 8 when I met the Ricci family, keeping my more crude nature at bay. Only one of them knew of my quint nature, the littlest Ricci, Marco, since his mother left him so early. He was only a year old; I was sixteen. Now he is 3 now. Over the years, he would visit his father. It took time, but eventually I wormed my way into his heart and he was mine, my sweet Marco, much like his brother with blue eyes, gorgeous jet black hair, he was a force to be reckoned with, the true nature of beauty in a child. I often wondered if I had children would they look like him in the slightest. As if sensing I was thinking about him, little Marco came screaming at me, arms open, stumbling and everything, doing very little to dissolve the cold shroud I had been keeping around since arriving in protest to this arranged marriage. Falling to my knees, I hugged him like my life depended on it. His love was something I always welcomed, especially considering I am a single child. This child brought me great joy. Smiling down at him and looking into his eyes, I said, 'ciao mio dolce Angelo, sei stato buono amore mio' He excitedly looked at his father and breathlessly formed the words, 'Papa gaurda sta finalmente imparando a parlare Italiano'. I understood part of what he had said and answered with a generous smile, 'Si amore mio'. My facade had been broken and I wanted nothing more than to leave and go bake cookies with this sweet angel of mine. I looked at my mother as my eyes practically begged for my freedom. She looked at the boy's father, who nodded in agreement. I scampered off with sweet Marco to the kitchen, leaving him to hear our parents speak what I had been told a hundred dozen times since Papa went to prison. Domenico pov Antonella Sofia Russo, my bride-to-be, knows we are the mafia. What she doesn't know is we are the werewolf mafia. This human girl could be my mate, from the moment she stepped off the chopper with her knee-length dress which flashed her pearl white lace panties, her scent hit me like a soft breeze on a cool summer breeze and brought me peace while agitating my wolf, he wasn't sure but he could sense something about her, something delicious. Her mother knew what we were and what the real arrangement and purpose of this marriage was, to gain access to land controlled by their family and claim it as part of our territory. I wanted this as much as my father as part of a bigger plan . Eventually, I would meet my mate and reject her in favour of my wife. These thoughts ran in my mind as I took in the appearance of this young human girl. Sun-kissed velvet skin, brown and beautiful, curves that were naughty enough to be seen through the flared floral-patterned dress, the floral pattern was of wolfs-bane, deadly yet beautiful, her breasts were cupped perfectly by her dress, her short ombre bob hair curls hanging loosingly on her shoulders against the wide collar dress, put together with sweet white 3 inch block heels. A stunning 5,8 ft, curves for days, a face radiating with innocence and purity and those captivating beautiful big brown eyes, I hadn't noticed I was staring until she shifted awkwardly. I hesitantly pulled my eyes away from her. That I wanted more than to just look, that's when I noticed her cold shroud hanging around her like knives pointed towards us. It wasn't until Marco ran into the room that I realized how much of herself she was hiding away. Her warm nature pushed through her cold demeanor like a warm knife through ice cream. I found myself jealous of my little brother at that moment. I wanted to be in her embrace, I wanted to be by her like that, inhaling her scent and feeling every inch of her. I looked away. What was wrong with me? She wasn't even my mate. I am not supposed to like her. If I warm up to her now, my life will be hers entirely, but her strawberry, lavender and white chocolate scent threw me out completely. It was faint but there and strong, my wolf Ludo was completely losing it, when she finally walked out with little Marco. I hadn't realized I was holding a breath until I released and decided to get down to business with this crazy blonde Italian lady. ~~~ With all the arrangements finished, I asked her the question on my mind when I met the girl in the wolf-bane dress, ' When will you tell her about our true nature?' She looked to my father and smirked,'well' she began, 'Nico, I was hoping you would do that' I was more than shocked, dumbfounded actually, she expected me to tell her unsuspecting daughter I was a werewolf. The laughter I roared out practically covered the entire house and shook it, that was until I realized how serious she was. She wanted me to tell her daughter I was a werewolf. I got up to go tell her she was joking and leave , when my father stopped me dead in my tracks, 'What!, I am not  going to go tell her'. 'Nico, my boy, you have no flare for the dramatic. We need this moment to have flavor. While you have accepted this marriage of convenience, she has not' 'Therefore, your point being, give her to me in a locked room for five minutes. I will have her begging for our union' Her mother was not impressed. She sank into her seat, pursed her lips together, released a breath and said, 'that dress she is wearing is laced with wolfs-bane from top to bottom and every piece of  silver you see on her is real, she may look like a princess and lord bless her soul she is one, but my boy she is dressed for war and none of you can touch her' Marco wouldn't be affected at all, but all the other wolves whose wolves have emerged would be those who are 20 and above who have shifted would not dare step near her. Only strong ones could. After releasing a low growl, I asked, 'so what would you have me do' The mother instantly perked up, 'wooooo her'. I looked at her with a dead-panned face and graciously denied her. Her mood dampened but did not dissolve, she then sat on the edge of her seat. ' Look, I don't know what your father told you. But I don't want to entirely force my daughter to marry you. I would appreciate it if she at least liked you, because as of this moment she isn't really proud of the idea' I signed heavily knowing the burden that I carry now, 'how are we going about this? I will be going to Alpha school on my 20th birthday. I have put it off for long enough to help you out' 'Well' my father began, 'we were hoping she could go with you, she does need her Luna training' I looked at them completely dumbfounded ' you literally want to throw her to the wolves, and not to mention the curriculum. She will definitely alert her to what's up, if she really is as smart as you claim her to be. She will know and she isn't at a prep school for college but something else ' ' Yes, my daughter is smart, quite a genius. That's why she graduated early. Her 18th birthday comes up after yours. You have two weeks before then to show her, before the school curriculum actually begins, but before then it's basic leadership and physical training regular for humans as instructed by your lecturers, all arranged ' ' You really have all this planned out ' I smirked as I got up to leave. ' Where are you going ' they both shouted ' to get a cookie'I said as I left completely unamused. I could hear part of their conversation as l left. ' Do you think this is okay?' ' Of course what's the worst that could happen?' ~~~